I don’t know whether you can see through the window that the mist is beginning to roll in. I predict that by Friday, January 20th there will be thick fog over most of the known world, a fog of hate, despair and intolerance, a fog that’s unlikely to lift for the next four years, and maybe, heaven help us, for the next eight years. Second Life will, I guess, continue to be my escape from despondency – no swamps freshly filled with alligators here!